Yo-Yo stopped her practice. Practicing was good, but it bothered her that she had been away from Daisy for too long. She liked Daisy. Daisy was really nice. It made Yo-Yo feel good to be near Daisy.
Lots of people didn't like Daisy. They were bad men. Yo-Yo didn't like bad men.
She gritted her teeth and growled a little under her breath as she thought of bad men hurting Daisy.
Yo-Yo left the room to find Daisy. It was nice being near Daisy. She wanted to keep Daisy safe from bad men.
* * *
Jemma sighed as she sat under the device. It was -- she was having many thoughts inside her head. They felt so strange.
Like how she didn't really need to be talking so much. She often talked a lot but that was kind of useless, wasn't it? Usually Jemma only needed to tell people a few things: if she needed to be fed, if she needed to be milked, if she needed to be stroked. Did she really need to speak when that was happening to her? Maybe sometimes speaking was needed, but most of them time maybe all she needed to do was....
Jemma began to moo.
Daisy moaned and wrapped her legs around Bobbi's head. "Fuck, lick my cream, you little pussy."
Bobbi happily lapped at Daisy's snatch.
Jemma mooed again.
"Good cow, Jemma," Daisy laughed.
* * *
May's eyes were closed as she pranced and leaped on her treadmill. She was so athletic, such a good runner. It felt so nice.
She was actually getting wet thinking about it!
She was doing such a good job that she imagined someone holding up sugar cubes and May licking the cubes out of her hand....